The afternoon sun bathed the capital of the newly founded nation of Casimiro in its golden warmth, promising the birth of a kingdom to come. The jubilant crowd had gathered along the roads, their cheers resonating in the air as they eagerly anticipated the arrival of a certain black carriage, drawn by a team of five majestic black horses.
Flowers of various colors were joyously tossed into the path of the carriage, a symbol of respect for the esteemed individuals who were hidden inside. This carriage was a solitary figure amidst the diversity of beastkin in the cheering crowd, and the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. Every face bore a smile, and a chorus of shouts and the sweet melodies of musical instruments filled the air.
Before the imposing main building of Casimiro, the members of the council stood in dignified assembly. Algani, Gighan, Leo, Idris, and Desnar observed the approaching carriage with proud smiles gracing their features.
